For 23 years I lived with a small crack in my office window. There are worse things in life. I never really thought much about it. White mini blinds covered it up.
Then Hurricane Sandy hit, and now I had two seriously cracked windows. I put some masking tape over the cracks because I was sure that one day while I was writing the windows would suddenly explode behind me.
That never happened. But it was so UGLY.
I spent a week concocting insulated panels, which didn’t work. I hung a pair of vintage yellow floral drapes. I bought black-out shades from Walmart.
And then, last week, I filled out a form on the Home Depot website requesting an estimate on replacement windows.
Be still my heart.
The appointment was for 9:30 AM today. Banjo Man and I ran around the house getting ready. We picked up clutter (you all know the drill) and Banjo Man hustled as fast as he could move, mopping the floors with a dust mop.
I put on my new socks.
My office, where the windows are broken, also is my sewing room and my practice studio for the violin and the new guitar. It is a bit cramped. No matter how much I organize, toss out, store in boxes, etc. it is still too cramped and never looks nice. I don’t know what to do about that, but I’m giving it a lot of thought. I think accordion closet doors might help. But…I’m still thinking.
I can’t wait to finish the quilt that I was working on last May before being overwhelmed by book deadlines and heading west. But I need a lot of room to spread the blocks around, as they interlock and have to be in the exact right place before being sewn together.
I will finish the book today. There will be revisions, but I’m trying not to think about that now. What I’m thinking about is sleeping past 5 AM tomorrow morning. I’m thinking about staying in bed and watching Imus and drinking coffee IN BED tomorrow morning. And then I will slowly get up, put my new socks back on and go to my sewing machine. Doesn’t that sound like a good day?
So now that my new windows have been ordered and I have eaten an avocado omelet, I am going to write the last two scenes of Book 3.
Wish me luck.